I stole away, slipping into a little hole in the wall
Watching the merriment take place, bootlegged and out of place.
Willful and urgently, I watch and wait, creeping as silently as a house fly, as spry as a cat.
I nibble on your leftovers, and keep a storage in my cheeks.
Forever hungry, I scour this space and leave little to nothing behind.
Dawning Creations 
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